Rising Son
Part I: House of the Twins
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"Turn your face to the sun and shadows fall behind you." - Charlotte Witton
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RhyDin. Dragon's Gate. House of the Twins.
The empty rooms of the small, two story home amplified the smallest noises; every creak and groan from the ceiling and walls as the wind blew outside was turned into a louder than natural distraction. The sound of a heeled shoe or boot would be like that of a hammer within, with every fall. The only sound, with the exception being the wind and the boards, which filled the space now however was the soft rustle of page upon page being turned; sometimes that monotony was broken as a nail traced a scratchy trail down a brittle page of the tome which sat open in the readers lap. That reader, from all appearances was one of the owners of the house, certainly the one in whose name it was in.
For legal purposes.
She sat demurely, one leg tucked underneath another at the ankle, a book suspended gently in her lap - just as she herself was suspended by inky tendrils of darkness that seemed to seep up from between the floorboards itself and cradle her as though a throne made specifically to suit her. As she scanned the book, and waited on the inevitable arrival of her sister, her head lilted down causing raven black locks to fall forward and almost obscure her eyes; one might assume from her poise, posture, and the decidedly annoyed look in her eyes as they focused on the offending strand of hair before turning back to the book, that the twin who waited was none other than Lydia Tolmay.
Leta quietly made her way to the back of the house. Her simple lock pick set was enough to get her into the kitchen door. It was clear she wasn't expecting this to be a complicated attempt from her more casual attire of black jeans and simple black tank top. Her long black hair flew in loose waves around her shoulders as she came inside and closed the door behind her. Her lax behaviors in all this was made even more evident by the soft sound the door made when she closed it. Lydia felt at home here and, although she wouldn't admit it, Leta was beginning to feel at ease in the place too. She had been to the place a few times before when Lydia was just looking at it, but when she found out Lydia finally purchased the house, Leta wanted to give it a more thorough inspection. She began to make her way out of the kitchen and proceeded into the dining room. She stopped mid step in the door way when she saw her twin.
Part I: House of the Twins
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"Turn your face to the sun and shadows fall behind you." - Charlotte Witton
~~~
RhyDin. Dragon's Gate. House of the Twins.
The empty rooms of the small, two story home amplified the smallest noises; every creak and groan from the ceiling and walls as the wind blew outside was turned into a louder than natural distraction. The sound of a heeled shoe or boot would be like that of a hammer within, with every fall. The only sound, with the exception being the wind and the boards, which filled the space now however was the soft rustle of page upon page being turned; sometimes that monotony was broken as a nail traced a scratchy trail down a brittle page of the tome which sat open in the readers lap. That reader, from all appearances was one of the owners of the house, certainly the one in whose name it was in.
For legal purposes.
She sat demurely, one leg tucked underneath another at the ankle, a book suspended gently in her lap - just as she herself was suspended by inky tendrils of darkness that seemed to seep up from between the floorboards itself and cradle her as though a throne made specifically to suit her. As she scanned the book, and waited on the inevitable arrival of her sister, her head lilted down causing raven black locks to fall forward and almost obscure her eyes; one might assume from her poise, posture, and the decidedly annoyed look in her eyes as they focused on the offending strand of hair before turning back to the book, that the twin who waited was none other than Lydia Tolmay.
Leta quietly made her way to the back of the house. Her simple lock pick set was enough to get her into the kitchen door. It was clear she wasn't expecting this to be a complicated attempt from her more casual attire of black jeans and simple black tank top. Her long black hair flew in loose waves around her shoulders as she came inside and closed the door behind her. Her lax behaviors in all this was made even more evident by the soft sound the door made when she closed it. Lydia felt at home here and, although she wouldn't admit it, Leta was beginning to feel at ease in the place too. She had been to the place a few times before when Lydia was just looking at it, but when she found out Lydia finally purchased the house, Leta wanted to give it a more thorough inspection. She began to make her way out of the kitchen and proceeded into the dining room. She stopped mid step in the door way when she saw her twin.